"We should leave. And do so now. Call anyone who could end up being left behind." Eisen says as he quickly leaps to his horse's saddle, satisfied with once again being in his home field - riding.

The foxfolk pulls his bow out and notches an arrow. "How many of them coming our way and how many of them are close to us? Are they coming in mass or could we pick them off in case it's needed?" he also asks Syra, trying to figure out whether he'd be able to pin their foes for a few more seconds in case their escape is delayed for some reason.

Round out the rest of the group, finish any necessary unfinished business and generally prepare to escape the camp already.

"Hey steve." You speak into the air.>Yes?"Could you guys also make a hamburger out of this arm when they cut it off? I wanted to eat it just for the sake of tasting it.">That is horrible and disgusting. It will no doubt set you apart and create fear in your team mates. So of course.

"How many of them coming our way and how many of them are close to us? Are they coming in mass or could we pick them off in case it's needed?"

[Ask]

Syra takes a few moments before responding, gathering her breath, "I...I am unsure how many would decide to return, possibly Ursa and the rest as its their shift. Mounted, most likely-ah...possibly, twice your group? Unsure if they're close but they're all moving together. . But if you really wanted to, you could just tell them yourselves. I have no idea if they're coming for mass but I guess you could bless them? Deon looks a lot better.

"Though if you're going to fight, you'd better do it from high ground, or with long spears. Struthors are unkind in a straight up charge."

She looks around uneasily, with hints of worry apparent on her face, "Is Rhea alright? Did you heal her too?"

Edit: I do like how quoting you copies the title you...probably quoted that post from.

"What, bless who, how and why?" Eisen's face quickly changes into a confused frown as Syra spouts a string of words he's unable to understand the meaning of. "And I'm not a healer of any kind. I can't heal Rhea, and I'm not sure any of my companions can. Is she wounded?"

"Hey steve." You speak into the air.>Yes?"Could you guys also make a hamburger out of this arm when they cut it off? I wanted to eat it just for the sake of tasting it.">That is horrible and disgusting. It will no doubt set you apart and create fear in your team mates. So of course.

"Give me a moment so I can get what you said...Didn't you say something about them coming for mass?" Syra said, straightening out the creases in her sleeves, "And, I guess she's probably wounded. She's been coughing as of late and, well, has been feeling weak as far as I can tell. She wouldn't say much about it."

'I will see to Rhea when we are safe,' Ecidona said, heading for her horse. 'I'm no healer, but I may be able to tell what is wrong with her. There were books in the Repository, with, uh, very detailed illustrations.'

Not that she really remembered any of them, but it wouldn't hurt to calm her. She looked to Eisen, who seemed to know what he was doing. She kept her voice low, not wanting for all to hear. 'What do you intend with these people? We have the Orb - what else are we expected to do?'

I think I'm subquestThe last few moments were very confusing. She was going down the cliff, cautious but not very concerned, when suddenly rocks everywhere and tumbling and the feel of changing gravity and a sudden shock--

It's no wonder that she blacks out.

It's not too long before she returns, though. She lets herself be carried, silently swearing at the insidious rubble cliff. "Thank you," she manages, to Trent and Terys

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♪♫♫♪♫♪♫♫♪♪♪♫♪bay12 lower boards IRC:irc.darkmyst.org @ #bay12lb"Oh, they never lie. They dissemble, evade, prevaricate, confoud, confuse, distract, obscure, subtly misrepresent and willfully misunderstand with what often appears to be a positively gleeful relish ... but they never lie" -- Look To Windward

The adage which spelunkers and explorers hold dear to their hearts as they traverse the world and its hidden bounties echoes now in the cavern as if spoken by the rocks themselves; wherever there is earth, there is gravity. Wherever there is gravity, there may be accidents.

Seeing the oncoming danger, everyone below and their dog scramble for safety--though the environment impedes them. Footfalls splash around in the leg-high water, and the forces in the area prove too strong to allow any escape deeper within the passage.

Rocks fall, and yet there is life.

The land calms its uproar, and then there is silence, broken only by movement by your own. Aes is the first to stir, caught on the ground and nearly pinned by a boulder, she glances around.

Trent, Kheir and Royce are nearby, slumped or prone on the floor, having nearly escaped the rubble though not without any wounds, and over her was Terys, shielding her body and right against the boulder that would've crushed them, if not for the collateral damage that was done to itself, that is. What remained of the cliff face is unknown, but its remnants block any easy passage upwards. The faint light of the bio-luminescence from above streams through tiny crevices in the crevasse, and your torches only shine a way forward, into the darkness which now welcomes you with open hand.

Though you notice something-the flow of water still drips from above, flowing towards the site of impact. Its force has left a sizeable break in the earth that instead of the water pooling and flowing into where you planned to go, it flows back and downwards to where the rocks have landed.

And it continues flowing, as if whatever crater the rocks created couldn't be filled by how much water streams in.

You're in the dark, with only the environment to light your way, somewhere beneath the cliff face and the damp floor.

Aes examines her wounds, and finds herself unscathed. Trent, Royce and Kheir would find only light scratches and perhaps bruises on their body--Terys, however, would have a bad ache in his shoulder and a sharp pain in his side.

It seems the rocks have done much damage, though not enough to kill anyone.

The greyhound nudges Royce on his face before whimpering a bit-having escaped any damage due to chasing fish around.

Inventory:Quarterstaff/ A sturdy length of wood, weighted on each end. It is a pale yellow-green, and the weights are ribbed cylinders that are mostly flushed with the rest of the staff.

Traveling Robe/ Shining a neutral grey, highlights of a deep blue run down its sides. With a twine, gold gilded string along the waistline and a deep hood. She has an identical robe that isn't armored.

Iridescent Necklace/ A necklace with each element mark hung on it. The Dark element is ever so slightly larger than the others, perhaps discernible if one takes in in his hand and measures each symbol with a ruler. A present passed down through the generations from her grandmother.Each element symbol is the size of a US dime.

Torch/ A light source. It is but an oiled rag wrapped around a thick stick. It lacks the warmth and heat you were so growing accustomed to, but may still be fired up.

Inventory: Gnarled Yew Longbow/ An heirloom from Terys' mother, this used to be the bow of a warrior and respected champion before her fall. While age has made its mark on this noble weapon, it has done little to dull its power and prowess in battle.

Light Elven Leather Armor/ From the cured hides of sylvan beasts, this armor is meant for easy mobility while not hindering the usage of personal protection.

Book on Herbal Medicine/ Medical lore contained and preserved in the aging pages of this book, derived from the ancient ways of an elder time - and said to be legible to even an untrained man, this is a treasure of his family. A container of much more than healing techniques - sentimental memories and personal notes.

Torch/ A light source. It is but an oiled rag wrapped around a thick stick. It lacks the warmth and heat you were so growing accustomed to, but may still be fired up.

Inventory:Silver Inlaid Battle-Axe/ A weapon which is often attributed to be the mainstay of the Dwarven people, this axe bears images of ravens along the shaft, its crest bearing the symbol of Ezekiel the Savior, embossed in silver.

Jet Black Obsidian Trimmed Plate Mail/ Armored plating covering most of the body, this metal has been coated with Trent's own customary touch and made to withstand the tests of time and battle.

Obsidian Raven/ A Giant Raven carved from obsidian, this is the mark of the Shadowguard and is burnt into their backs upon initiation to their ranks.

Torch/ A light source. It is but an oiled rag wrapped around a thick stick. It lacks the warmth and heat you were so growing accustomed to, but may still be fired up.

Inventory: Warped Staff/ Made from sturdy wood, its use to Kheir is mainly for support, balance and reach-unused in his form of wizardry though still able to work as a defensive weapon or a bludgeon. It is as tall as its user and to all accounts, appears as a gnarled and twisted pole.

Light Traveling Garb/ A worn toga with a cloak attached. Though the years haven't been kind to it, the garment is of the highest quality-said to be made of fine silk or cotton. Needless to say, it has served Kheir well through the years.

Old Ruby Ring/ Kheir was given this by his then beloved, now deceased.

Torch/ A light source. It is but an oiled rag wrapped around a thick stick. It lacks the warmth and heat you were so growing accustomed to, but may still be fired up.

Knight's Tome/ A book given to you by one of the Bastion knights, this may contain vital information for aid later on. It has a green-hued cover and is rough in texture; hard and sturdy. A fish tail is seen connected to its owner, which is sandwiched between the pages.

Inventory:Meskhanet Sword/ This blade belonged to a famous general named Meskhanet. Royce stole it on a whim or a bet or while intoxicated or under threat of death (he's lied about it so much he doesn't remember why he actually did) and although there's nothing special about it other than its history, he continues to use it. As he says, a newer sword is money wasted, and this one's still in good shape. As for the blade itself, it's a simple hand-and-a-half sword with straight quillons and a ruby in the pommel.

Archer's Guard/ A piece of metal set in thick, strong leather and strapped to Royce's chest. It defends the left side of his chest and left shoulder only. It's not all that protective but at the same time it doesn't hinder his mobility or aim in the slightest, and if he's using a bow then it's his left side that's turned toward the enemy anyway.

Royce's Eye Patch/: This bit of metal covers Royce's right eye. There's a rune on the front. Strictly speaking, there's nothing wrong with the man's vision; he just wears it for style

Argent Diamond Crab/ In the stories of many a people, this crab is described with a shell composed of real diamond, as hard as any metal and said to have thrived in the centers of volcanoes, being the accumulated source of the rupturing noise as lava spews from the soil. Historical texts attribute value to this creature: both as a monetary source and as a crustacean pet. Said to be silently sentient, and understand the languages of people, stories about this creature come from until the Age of Myth.

It is right next to your face, somewhat reflecting the light from nearby and staring back at the greyhound, clicking. You can feel its legs prick into your cheek as it moves back and forth in front of the crab. Strangely, this crab could very easily pass for an opague gemstone of opalescent color, being nearly spherical in shape, tapering out at the lower end into a small slit.

Royce groaned and grabbed the argent crab circling around his head. "I probably saved your life just now, least you can do is stick around you ungrateful crustacean," he muttered as he picked it up and got to his knees. "What are you doing glowing anyway, little buddy? Excited? I can agree. I've been in collapsing mineshafts before. Why, one time I was a dwarf and I worked for several years to hollow out part of a cave just so I could drop it and see what happened." Royce stowed the crab away for later reference and pet the dog.

"And you're a good boy, too. Smart one. That's why you're still alive." He scratched the mutt behind the ears and finally got to his feet, looking around. "You guys still alive, or am I the only one that made it out of that mess?"

Retrieve crab, talk to peeps, look around to see if there are any routes of egress.

"I'm alive as far as I can tell, don't see no endless hell for failing my duty so chances are everyone else here is alive as well, not to mention no proper dwarf is going to get killed by a cliff face like that collapsing."

Trent replied as he stalked forward a little ways examining the area they were in, it was a far cry from Shadewall that was for sure, but it felt nice to be back underground once again. Trent took a while to take in the atmosphere as he looked for anything of note.

And on this note I'd like to really thank those who send those PMs of keeping on. Thanks for standing with me in these...two years.Also, remember that I am open to criticisms, pointers, or other suggestions. I really wish to make this RTD the best as possible for you guys and girls that I can, so don't hesitate to suggest anything!

...Two years, and we're still in Chapter one. Mm. One teensy part of a whole. If anyone needs any in-game information about the world, please do talk [preferably PM] about it and I will say what your characters know about the matter at hand.

"Yeah, no problem. As long as I don't have to do it again." Terys says to Aes. Then, when things calm down, he takes a seat on the cave floor. He leans backwards, hoping to stretch the pain in his side and shoulder out of his body. When Trent calls out, he yells back to him."We're fine over here, too, spirit guy. Just a little sore, that's it. Some light would be nice though. I got a torch, if someone else has something to light it."

After that, he flops onto the ground and closes his eyes."Huh! And I thought this was meant to be easy for us. I mean, barely a day into this, and I'm already stuck down in some damn cave."His eyes shoot open."Aggghhh. A caaaaaave.", he says, a whiny tone in his voice.

"Can't say I do, elf buddy," Royce responded. "So... what d'you suppose we should do now? We probably can't go back the way we came. Nothing wrong with some spelunking, anyway. Just have to get back in that dwarf mindset." Royce slapped his cheeks, then shook the hand that hit the metal plate covering part of his face. "...Forgot about that thing. Anyway. I got a glowing crab for light, so I'm good." The trickster looked at the glowing argent crab again.